Chapter 58 Hungry


Chapter 58 Hungry

Wu Minqi is actually very good at making porridge.

She cooks the millet porridge, one of the signature dishes of Wu's restaurant, with simple ingredients, precise heat, soft, glutinous, sweet, and smooth texture. She can restore the original flavor of the food and bring out the characteristics of the ingredients. She can even confidently say , the level of making millet porridge by oneself is comparable to that of a master chef who has been practicing porridge technique for 20 to 30 years.

But there is a premise.

She had to keep an eye on it.

She had to be by her side, adjusting the heat according to the degree of cooking of the porridge, judging whether it should be stirred based on the aroma it gave off, and having precise control over when to add the amount of heat. For her, cooking a pot of millet porridge is no easier than cooking food for a day.

But Jiang Feng is not like this.

She saw with her own eyes that Jiang Feng had been doing other things. He only looked at the pot three times from beginning to end. The first time he hugged the child, the second time he added sweet potatoes, and the third time he stirred and turned down the heat.

It's so simple, but you can make a pot of sweet potato porridge that is so good that you can't fault it.

Wu Minqi stared at the sweet potato porridge blankly, but her body was trembling with excitement.

This feeling is like a lonely swordsman who has finally found the old enemy he has always dreamed of.

"Minqi, your porridge cooking skills are as good as the president!" Liu Qian sighed, took the spoon from her hand and scooped a bowl for herself.

It's full and topped with chunks of sweet potato.

"I didn't cook the sweet potato porridge, it was cooked by the president." Wu Minqi never took credit. Seeing Liu Qian's expression, she was a little curious, "Have you ever tasted the porridge cooked by the president?"

"I've had it before. When their stir-fry restaurant first opened, the president's porridge was given away for free. The president's preserved egg and lean meat porridge is so good! The taste and aroma are simply amazing! It's so special. Soft, how do you say that? Come on, it's smooth and delicious? No, it's fragrant...it's just so delicious!" Liu Qian couldn't think of words to describe Jiang Feng's preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but her fascinated expression told Wu Minqi that she couldn't forget that bowl of porridge. .

"Why doesn't he stay up now?" Wu Minqi asked casually as she took back the iron spoon from Liu Qian's hand and started dividing the porridge.

"The president later went to study soup, and the soup he made was really terrible! He added random ingredients, including all kinds of mushrooms, and it was different every day. Now he doesn't make soup or porridge. "Liu Qian sighed, "Actually, the president's cooking skills are quite good, and I don't dislike him, but the dishes cooked by his father and grandfather are obviously more delicious. When we go out to eat every day, it's like a lottery draw. What do you think of him? It would be nice to continue cooking porridge.”

"Of course you have to keep learning to be a chef." Wu Minqi still agreed with Jiang Feng's behavior.

The two chatted for a while. They always talked a lot when they were from the same hometown who went to college in other places, not to mention they were in the same high school. During the conversation, the porridge and custard were divided, and each person also had a bottle of hot milk.

Others can still accept it, but the students who are assigned to move things and clean are already hungry.

I was woken up early in the morning and then had to do manual labor. Everyone was hungry.

Then their hearts dropped when they saw the breakfast.

A bowl of sweet potato or pumpkin porridge, a 245 ml bottle of a certain brand of hot milk, and a small bowl of egg custard in a student bowl.

The female classmate who was talking to the lonely old man was okay. After working for more than an hour, the male classmate who had a big appetite was simply disappointed.

"Everyone, there will be noodles in a moment. If you want to eat noodles, please raise your hands." Liu Qian shouted loudly.

Swishing, swishing, swishing, almost all the male students raised their hands, and some teachers answered questions more neatly and neatly than elementary school students who raised their hands in class.

"Fortunately, there are noodles, otherwise I would have starved to death this morning. Hey, you kid actually brought bread!" The student union officer who was captured as a brute saw his colleague sitting next to him calmly taking out four pieces of bread from his pocket. The little bun's eyes were straight, "Come on, come on, give me one!"

"Isn't there noodles? Why don't you just eat more noodles?" Plastic brotherhood makes colleagues reluctant to share their treasured bread.

"The guy who ordered people is blind. It doesn't matter if Jiang Feng knows how to cook. Liu Qian is just a food broadcaster. There is another girl who probably doesn't know much about it. Jiang Feng may have cooked the meals for so many of us. It's better to order two people from the home economics club. A group of elementary school students are causing trouble in the kitchen. It's good if the noodles can be eaten." The student union officer analyzed it rationally.

"Give me one, and you have four. I will have to move things later and I will starve to death." The student union officer begged.

The colleague hesitated for a moment and was attracted by the large piece of sweet potato on his bowl of sweet potato porridge. It was bright orange and made him very appetizing just looking at it.

"Give me some sweet potato porridge."

"Okay!" The student union officer was very cheerful. He was not interested in the porridge at all and pushed the bowl in front of his colleagues.

The colleague picked up the sweet potatoes on top with chopsticks.

The colleague took a spoon and scooped out a big spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped another big spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another large spoonful of porridge.

The bowl is empty.

"Ahem." The colleague wiped his mouth in embarrassment. He originally just thought that piece of sweet potato looked delicious. After tasting the sweet potato, he thought that the porridge should also be good. After taking a sip, he thought that he should have another sip, and then everything came to an end. The current situation cannot be undone.

"Well, I accidentally finished my drink. Let me give you two more buns." The colleague tried to make amends.

"Okay, sweet potato porridge is so delicious?" the student union secretary happily took the bread, not knowing what he was missing.

"It's okay, I like to drink sweet potato porridge." The colleague said with a serious look on his face.

After everyone had almost finished eating, Jiang Feng and the helping teacher came out with a bucket of noodles and a bucket of noodle soup.

He had previously contacted Wu Minqi on his mobile phone and asked her to divide the bowls and seasonings, and then divide the noodles directly when he came over.

What do you say about the noodles this time?

I thought it was edible and not poisonous, but it was a bit thick and rough, had been broken many times, the shape was irregular, and the texture was probably not that good, and it was probably a bit lumpy.

It’s edible!

The noodles were distributed to everyone, and everyone started to devour the bowls as if the bowls were filled with unparalleled delicacies.

Especially those who were given sweet potato porridge. They became even hungrier after the sweet potato porridge was appetizing.

Jiang Feng was shocked when he saw this scene.

Could it be...

His noodles are actually very good. His real talent is in Bai An. He has been going in the wrong direction these years. Is he actually an undiscovered culinary genius?

"What I made...is it really so delicious?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask.

Wu Minqi, who silently put the bowl down after taking a bite, said very straightforwardly: "They are hungry."

Jiang Feng:...

oh. I actually signed a contract, hehe()

(End of chapter)

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